**Rated M for Mature** I'm being hunted. I'm being hunted by every lowlife looking to make five hundred million. As long as they don't get to close, they can keep hunting me. It'd take a genius to figure out who I am. Get to close or corner me and it's all over. There's no saving you. No amount of begging or bargaining will save you. Everything changes when ghosts from the past come back. When they come back looking to stir things up. They seek to dig up old memories and get back for things done wrong to them. But as everyone will soon find out..... When cornered, the hunted becomes the hunter.

**Cover by @AndiApplexoxo** His hands are stained in blood. Her hands are white as snow. Living in their world, it's rare for someone to remain so pure and clean. Juliet Bianchi has the soul of an angel. The purest and most wholesome person to walk amongst devils and demons without so much as a drop of crimson on her. But can she stay that way? When the unimaginable and the unthinkable happens, will she be able to cling onto her innocence? Or will she succumb to the darkness of their world? And what happens when ghosts appear and threaten everything her and Vincenzo thought they knew? But then again..... Doesn't the Devil know everything? And remember..... Rule number two. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story contains mature content. Read at your own risk. You've been warned.

Searing flames. Burning flesh. Screams of pain and helplessness. That's what she endures every time she closes her eyes. For over ten years, it's what she has endured. Always reliving the worst day of her life. She can't escape it. She can't breathe. She's drowning. She doesn't understand why it all happened to her. She's at her wit's end. She doesn't know what to do. She can't stand to suffer anymore. She doesn't know how to stop it though. All she knows for sure is that it all started.... The day the moon disappeared. ~~~~~~~~ This story contains mature content. 18+ only. You've been warned.

****MATURE CONTENT IN BOOK**** ****YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED**** Akuma. That's what some call me. They also call me Myūto. The list goes on. Demon or Mute. Call me whatever you want. It doesn't matter me. I didn't get involved in this life on purpose. I didn't dream of this when I was in school. But here I am. A force to be reckoned with. Everyone knew my name. Everyone was afraid of me. Even The Devil himself respected me, all those related to Bianchi to respected me. I was content with life. Living in the shadows and answering to only myself and one other person...well sometimes answering to him. But that was all before. Before it happened. Before she came back. I thought she'd see the new me and be terrified She didn't. She stayed. Why? Because she found comfort in being with a demon that was bigger than the ones chasing her.

Cover by @AndiApplexoxo ****MATURE CONTENT IN BOOK**** ****YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED**** Her world is dark. His is bright. She is like a ray of sunshine. He is like a dark storm cloud. To get involved with each other would certainly end in disaster.... Or would it? Put in each other's lives when they both desperately need someone can't be a coincidence... Or could it? What are the odds that he understands her and she understands him? Can their unlikely friendship turn into something more or will others intervene? With so many odds against them can they find a way to power through together? Or will they be struck down? You know what they say. If you can't run then walk. If you can't walk then crawl. If you can't crawl.... Then maybe try swimming.

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.